The concert went well. Lots of people showed up and seemed to enjoy it, nothing went horribly wrong musically (one scare but nothing we couldn't recover from), and I didn't trip or knock anything over running across the stage for my percussion solo. (I had about thirty seconds to make it between a closely-spaced cymbal stand and a music stand and hit a cymbal and a tam on cue, and then make it back to my seat to finish the movement on viola in an equally short space of time.) Afterwards, we went to a bar and even though I wasn't even remotely drunk I ended up telling a percussionist I barely know about watching graphic queer porn in a room full of strangers at Northwestern. I swear there was at least a little bit of context for that, but I don't quite know how I always end up being that person at parties lately. Ah well, it was funny.
The rest of this weekend is crazy. I go to work in an hour, then straight from work to an orchestra concert, then maybe straight from there to a party for a friend who was in town for last night's concert. And tomorrow is work and then a dinner/cooking party with the theme of "things somebody with Candida can eat," which should be quite yummy. But still, exhausting.
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hey, nothing wrong with being "that person" if it's a good story!
...right?
I guess somebody has to be? I guess I'm glad I can expose my straight friends to the concept of things like queer porn or cock rings (also something that came up recently). This particular guy was extremely amused by my usage of the phrase "mainstream porn" which kind of baffled me; doesn't it seem obvious that there are different types of porn and that some of them are less mainstream than others?
i think that's obvious, and i'm straight... :P
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